PFC Chapter 144: 1 point, literally means eating hot pot
Chapter 144: 1 point, literally means eating hot pot
"They are leaving." Diwuxun said in a low voice.
Shen Qingqian blushed and said "Oh", and soon after, she saw two people walking down the stairs quietly from the corner of her eye.
Just as Shen Qingqian was about to raise her head, she heard Diwuxun say again, "Don't worry, it's not over yet."
Another round of footsteps passed by the stairs at the side, and the hand on the back of her head loosened immediately.
Only then did Shen Qingqian raise her head again and meet her husband's eyes.
She sighed sincerely, "Shaoqing, you really have your eyes and ears open!"
"Thank you, ma'am, for your compliment!" Diwuxun said with a raised eyebrow.
As soon as he finished speaking, he kissed Shen Qingqian on the lips.
Only this time, he didn't escape.
The moment Shen Qingqian pressed down on him, she climbed up his neck with both hands, deepening the kiss that she had intended to just give once and then withdraw.
"Um..." Diwu Xun groaned. She sucked his lips on his. He mumbled, "There is a thermal camera here."
Upon hearing this, Shen Qingqian gently bit his lower lip before leaving, causing Diwu Xun to groan again.
The sweet taste is so intoxicating.
However, she also didn't want others to sit in front of the monitor and watch the show.
No wonder those two teams left...
She looked up at Diwuxun who was pursing his lips, then buried her head in his chest again with a smile.
Diwu Xun narrowed his eyes and asked in a low voice: "How about we go too?"
Shen Qingqian thought about it and shook her head, "No, wait till you finish reading it before leaving."
No, there is no need. After all, they go out to do things, and they cannot do anything even if they want to.
If that's the case, why go out?
Shen Qingqian had not been paying attention to the film, so she was confused and could not follow the plot at all.
But that’s not the point. The point is that she didn’t know when she fell asleep in Diwuxun’s arms.
Diwuxun looked at his wife's sleeping face, lifted the hair on her forehead, tucked the messy hair behind her ears, and after trying to hold back for a few times, he couldn't help it, and when he lowered his eyes for the Nth time, he finally gave her a kiss on the forehead.
When Shen Qingqian regained consciousness, Diwu Xun was gently pinching her earrings. After seeing her sleepy eyes open, he whispered in her ear, "It's over. We should leave."
Shen Qingqian said "Oh" and stood up. When Diwu Xun picked up the mask she had placed aside and hung it on her ears, Shen Qingqian finally became a little more sober.
The ceiling lights in the theater haven't been turned on yet, but the movie has already started to thank various companies.
After Shen Qingqian put on his sunglasses, Diwu Xun had also finished packing. He concealed his smile and took his wife's hand as they walked out of the theater.
"Does it look good?" Shen Qingqian asked again.
Diwu Xun lowered his eyes to look at his wife and said with a smile, "Actors or plot?"
Shen Qingqian was a little surprised by his reply and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, "Tell me everything."
"As for an actor, it depends on who you compare him with. If you compare him with my wife, he is definitely not one-tenth as pretty as her." Diwu Xun flattered in a serious manner.
Shen Qingqian was amused by him and asked, "What about the plot?"
"It was a bit sloppy. It wasn't what I had in mind, but it taught me something."
Shen Qingqian asked, "What is it?"
"There's nothing that a hot pot can't solve!" Diwu Xun said with a smile, "Let's go, let's continue eating hot pot tonight!"
As he said this, Mou Xun pulled his wife towards the elevator.
Shen Qingqian was stunned for a few seconds by his sudden and vigorous behavior, but she quickly came to her senses, took a few quick steps to stand in front of him, and said, "Shaoqing, we haven't made an appointment yet."
Diwu Xun looked at his wife, his eyes full of smiles under his sunglasses. He took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket, shook it, and said, "I've made an appointment. There's an HDL upstairs."
"Of course, Shaoqing, you are really getting nicer and nicer now!" Shen Qingqian couldn't hide her surprise and stopped blocking his way.
When they were waiting for the elevator, Shen Qingqian looked up and asked her husband a question, "Didn't you say you learned something? What else did you learn besides eating hot pot?"
Diwuxun said, "Just a little bit."
"Yes, what else?" Shen Qingqian asked puzzledly.
Diwu Xun pursed his lips and stretched his long fingers to the mask. He probably wanted to touch his lips, but he forgot that the mask was blocking them. So he stared at his fingers and paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "One point, literally, the point of eating hot pot."
"..." Shen Qingqian's eyes twitched, "Okay, I misunderstood."
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"Are you really not going to look again?" After ordering, Diwu Xun asked his wife who was looking at him straight with her face in her hands.
Shen Qingqian shook her head. "No, I'm not picky about food."
"Okay." Diwuxun responded, submitted the dishes, stood up, took out the iPad and gave it to the waiter.
After returning, Diwu Xun sat down and raised his eyebrows to look at his wife and asked, "Is coriander really that delicious?"
"Ah?" Shen Qingqian was a little confused by the question and didn't react for a while.
Diwu Xun continued to ask, "Coriander, I saw you liked eating it very much yesterday."
"Yes, it's delicious," Shen Qingqian smiled and took off her mask, "It has a very unique grassy scent."
"The scent of green grass?" Diwuxun was a little confused. That thing was originally grass, so isn't it normal for it to have the scent of green grass?
Shen Qingqian nodded, "Yes, the scent of green grass. It means exactly what it says, a scent of green grass."
"..." Diwu Xun took off his mask, and pursed his lips in an indescribable tone. His wife was really vindictive.
The dishes were all served the same as yesterday, and only after the waiter left did the two of them take off their sunglasses.
Shen Qingqian once again gave a thumbs up to her husband's memory, "You are amazing, Shaoqing, you can even remember this stuff."
Diwu Xun glanced at his wife, took the boiling water he had specially requested and started to boil his chopsticks. He lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "Compared with Madam, I am still slightly inferior in this respect."
Shen Qingqian laughed again when she heard this, "What do you mean by this, Shaoqing?"
"I dare not," Diwuxun handed the scalded chopsticks to his wife, "How dare I point to others, Madam, please don't joke with me."
Shen Qingqian took the chopsticks with a smile, put the meat into the pot, and then put a few corianders into the mushroom pot, saying, "I'll let you taste it later."
Coriander is really magical. People who like it love it very much, while people who don’t like it can’t stand it.
Shen Qingqian is the former, and Diwuxun is the latter.
But today’s Diwuxun challenges one of the dishes that I have hated the most since childhood: coriander.
The blanched coriander had a light fragrance. Shen Qingqian picked one up and put it into Diwuxun's secret ingredient bowl with anticipation, "Try it."